"Something as natural as walking consists of repeatedly setting the body off kilter. Each time we shift our weight from one foot to the other we lose our balance for a fraction of a second. We learn to walk by learning to displace ourselves without falling, and recovering our balance almost simultaneously." - Ghost Radio by Leopold Gout.
I don't remember the plot of the book, but the passage haunts me, I think of it often. Found it in my guitar notes, scrawled on a scrap of paper.
I am once again thoroughly pleased with my self awareness and how I've realized I might not ever fully learn the guitar, but I will certainly pick it up periodically, and need a cheat sheet for all the stuff I forgot. This thing has proven useful many times. Got the nails trimmed, I wonder how long I'll stick with it this time.
Found more four and five leaf producing rhizomes for the lucky clover pot. Some of the previous transplants have withered, but I had a new five leaf already come up. Some of the new ones are trodden from being too close to the stepping stones, little battered bits of things cherished for their rarity, crushed underfoot. I like the poetry.
Nature, science, and art are super cool. Terribly sorry for the stuff that doesn't fit.
She/they cishet.